The Alien Culture Project, part 20 By Rio Mack
DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex.
When they left their friends, Troy led Brock through a series of beautifully appointed rooms, but Brock took in few of the expensive furnishings, as his gaze was locked onto Troy. He was almost drooling as he perused the younger boy's hard, tight nudity. His own dick, thickening and bobbing as they'd been walking through the mansion, was now hardening at that thought of running his hands over Troy's taut young muscles while he pounded that cute little teen-ass in the shower. Troy was an obvious virgin, and Brock was dripping with excitement thinking about the explosive pleasure in store for the sexual naif. Brock had sensed that Troy wasn't the nervous, closeted teen his young friend Ash obviously was, a boy who sensed he was gay but afraid to admit it. Nah, thought Brock, Troy's more the kind of dude who never suspects he 's gay until a nice hard, juicy cock reaming his ass brings him more ecstasy than he ever thought possible. And I got just the cock built for that sweet little ass, the roguish jock thought, slowly running his powerful hands over his hard, long, curving ripeness, savoring the sensations to come.
Troy was still so high on being with these college studs. He had totally gotten over his body-consciousness during their wonderful nude romp in the pool. Now he loved being naked with other boys, proudly showing off their well-worked bodies to each other. Though Brock's, of course, was light years beyond him in incredibly gorgeous development. Damn, thought Troy, "gorgeous"? Another dude? Fuck, yeah, he admitted: Brock - and Chance . . . and even Ash - were incredibly beautiful dudes. Don't front, dawg, he laughed to himself, there's no other word for it. Those studs are eye-candy par excellence. Troy had spent the afternoon amped as hell, utterly buzzed on the ability to scope out incredibly buff male nudity to his heart's content, to just luxuriate in boy-lust. Guys got like this, he guessed, gay-curious, or whatever you want to call it. It didn't mean you were queer, no way. Shit, it was just guys enjoying being themselves at their most basic. It was only natural; didn't mean a thing. Except . . .
Except, his eyes kept darting down shamelessly to Brock's incredibly cut abs - lean, hard muscle, smooth all the way down cause this cool-ass jock had shaved all his pubes away, the better to show off that long, sweetly curved, uncut cock bobbing and straining down there. Fuck! he now noticed: the dude's dripping! Shit, is that hot or what!? Seeing that thick, clear rope of boy-honey dangling off the end of that sweet, mouth-watering piece of jock-meat? Damn, Brock'd probably bust him in the mouth if he knew the kind of thoughts running through his mind, but he couldn't control it: that cock looked so fucking delicious.
What's it like, he wondered, to just take something that hot-looking in your mouth and run your lips and tongue all over it? Fuck, he wondered if he would ever be able to work up the nerve to try that with a dude some time. Damn, think about it: lying on top of that incredible jock-stud, lickin' and lappin' at that fine piece o' meat, tonguing up every last drop of precum, runnin' your hands all over that sex-god's chest and abs and ass. Aw shit, would that be hot. And maybe Brock would gobble his dick, then reach his hands over and play with his ass, finger it all up. Damn, his ass was on fire again. If he were alone, he'd head right into the shower and do some of that deep ass-play, the kind that really made his dick thick and hard, then cream all over the shower walls. Shit, he noticed, he was hard as a rock himself. Get a fuckin' grip, dude, he laughed nervously to himself, you're trippin'. It's the beer and the weed and all the hot naked boy-flesh this afternoon. Got ya a little too Brokeback-y.
Brock, meanwhile, had taken in everything: the way Troy's eyes never looked up from his cock; the unconscious play of the teen's tongue across his lips, as if a thick steak had been set before a starving kid; and the beautiful sight of his thick, uncut cock bloom into fully-aroused stiffness. Oh yeah, he sneered knowingly, this kid is definitely into it. Brock could only imagine the wild homoerotic thoughts racing through Troy's confused young mind right now. He snickered; nothing like a sexually confused young boy's pounding, insistent libido to cut to the chase and tell him the truth about his sexuality. This is gonna be some sweet sexin' in that shower, Brock smiled, giving his own cock another long luscious stroke that wasn't lost at all on Troy. This kid is about to find out the kind of sex every dude secretly desires.
"Mmmmm," Brock purred, still shamelessly stroking his hard jock cock. "Swimmin' always gets me a little horny. Hey," he said, looking down, "you too, huh?"
"Yeah," Troy said sheepishly. Then the teen watched in pulse-tripping fascination as Brock casually fiddle with his cockhead, scooped up a fingerful of clear ooze, brought the glazed fingertip to his mouth, and brazenly sucked it lip-smackingly clean. Then he let out a soft, gruff "Aaaaaaah," as if he'd just taken a swig of cold beer. He continued on as if what he did was the most natural thing in the world. But Troy was now eye-buggingly horned-up.
"Oh well," Brock sighed calmly, back to his slow, mesmerizing stroking, "nothing like a nice stroke session in the shower. It's what us college boys do after every wrestling practice."
"Really?" Troy said, throat dry with lust, barely able to process another revelation in this erotic saga of college-jock sexuality. "You mean you . . . and other guys on the time . . . beat off in the shower together?" It was like one of his secret erotic fantasies coming to life.
"Shit, yeah," Brock growled, smiling foxily, "that . . . and other stuff. Fuck, bro," he said, giving Troy's ballsac a playful squeeze that made the teen gasp, "we're red-blooded boys, dude. We need to get off about twenty times a day. Knowhatahmean?"
"Yeah," Troy said, his mind and heart racing, "guess so." Fuck, he thought to himself, strokin' with this fine-ass dude in the shower! Shit, what he'd like to do would be to stand close to Brock, the shower-spray running over their hard young bodies, and reach down and jack this jock-god himself. Mmmm, Troy thought, soaping up that sweet, luscious-looking dick, playin' with Brock's low-hanging, ripe-looking ballsac, then rinsing the water off and getting down there to suck his first cock. And what a cock! He pulled back, startled and ashamed, from his reverie. Shit, dude, what're you? Gay? Cause that's like totally gay. You put a move like that on Brock, and he's gonna knock you from one end of the shower to another. Probably call Chance up and together they'd beat the shit outta you. Get a fuckin' grip, and lay off the pot, junior, cause you obviously can't handle it. Turns you into some kind of pussy. Except . . .
Except, his cock was so hard it hurt. He wanted sex with Brock more than anything he'd ever wanted. He wasn't stoned anymore, he knew. This was sharp, clear desire from the very core of his being. He wanted nothing but to suck this gorgeous, sexy, awesome-looking muscle-stud's incredibly luscious cock till it was rock-hard and dripping like a faucet, then he'd turn and spread his tender, virgin cheeks, wiggling his ass as sexy as he could, begging for that beautifully curved stiffness to ram him over and over, quenching the deep, persistent fire in his ass. Every cell in his body was electrified now with longing. The desire was so deep, so hard, it almost made him cry.
"Uh, let's go this way, dude," he said, voice shaking, legs unsteady, when they got to an upper landing, "we'll use the, uh, shower in the master bath. There'll be more room for us in there." Was he really going to have a just-us-boys jack-off session with this cool, macho stud? Now dreamy lust gave way to real panic: fuck, he'd shoot in a second and Brock would know he was queer.
Cause yeah, he was definitely gay. He could finally admit it to himself. All the veils fell away from the knowledge of his desire: The shame and denial over years of lust-thoughts in the boys' locker room; the furtive glances at good-looking dudes he'd see, either in real-life or magazines or movies; those guilty sessions on gay porn sites; and all those sleep-over nights with Ash, wracked with the longing to sexually experiment with his beautiful, sexy friend, painfully repressed because he knew it would mean losing his best friend if he dared make a pass. Shit, he realized, this is gonna get worse and worse now that the truth is undeniable; he'll have to act and how the hell do you do that? He felt ready to explode. He wanted to knock Brock down on the plush carpeting, then impale his tight, hungry ass on that wonderfully hard shaft, and ride that muscle-stud deliriously. He breathed deep as they entered his parents' master-suite.
'WE'LL use the shower'? Brock was still grinning to himself, letting Troy's words play through his brain like a pleasant tune; he took them to mean Troy had every intention of showering with him. Sweet! He'd hoped that crack about jacking together in the shower would light a fire in the youth; it obviously had.
What a lovely setting for a seduction scene, Brock thought, as he looked around at Troy's parents' bedroom. Beautifully carpeted and lit, a huge bed covered in fluffy white quilts, pillows all over. There were plants, paintings, and art objects everywhere. He walked over to the huge gilt-framed mirror by the massive oak dresser and stared at his body while he flexed, grunting deeply with a jock's powerful body-lust. He knew Troy's eyes were riveted on him. He crossed his arms behind his head, showing off his chest and pits, flexing his hard, muscular glutes. Then he reached down and slowly stroked his leaky, uncut tool, more brazenly than ever now. His eyes met Troy's frankly, a half-sneer/half-smile curving slowly over his lips. With his other hand, he juggled his full, thick balls, letting his middle finger wander further into his crack. He was putting on a little sex-show for Troy, a little masturbatory foreplay to get the teen's lust blazing higher. Troy's eyes, he saw, bright and determined, were locked on his stroke-scene. Now that he had the teen's passion hair-trigger taut, he cut the scene off sharply.
"Let's hit that shower, stud," he growled thickly, moving toward the master bath, "I'm 'bout ready to shoot."
"Uh, sure, bro," Troy said hoarsely, throat dry with lust from watching that hot jacking. He envied every college girl that Brock ever dated or would date. Fuck, for just one time with this dream-stud. He knew nothing about gay sex except what he fantasized, but he was convinced he could bring a stud like that pleasure. If only such a fine-ass stud wanted to try a gay fling . . . but not this hottie, he seemed way too macho. "Right through here, dude. I'll start up the water and get us some towels."
The master shower was incredible. It was split in two - one side was the vanity area, the other, bigger side was the shower space. The walls and floor throughout were some kind of smooth, beige stone; it felt so sensual on your feet. In the shower area, four shower heads dotted the walls, very modern-looking. Recessed lighting made the mood cool, intimate, sexy as hell. Dividing the shower space from the sink area was a long padded bench. This master bath was designed by Troy's dad to be a kind of sybaritic paradise. Troy's mother always thought it was so they could shower in there together in the mornings, but Troy's father really designed it so that, on the many weekends his lawyer wife was away, he and his fuck buddies could shower and play around in there after their own sexy pool parties. Troy's dad was an older stud who would never lose his deep, primal thirst for male sex; and he'd cultivated a whole network of handsome hard-bodied men, either gays who were out or guys like him on the down-low, of various ages and races, some married, some single, with which to mutually enjoy their passion. If Troy only knew how much seed had been spilled in there over the years, how many hot-looking guys had fucked or been fucked by his dad, either on that bench or there in the shower.
Troy turned on all the nozzles, steam quickly filling the room, and started soaping up under one spray, his eyes never leaving Brock's hard, rippling, sexy musculature. He was nervous but ecstatic when Brock glided right up next to him, sharing the same shower. He watched, consumed with lust, while Brock let the water play all over his body. Wet, shiny, Brock was even more beautiful.
He turned his back to Troy, "You wash my back, I'll wash yours, 'k?" he said smoothly.
Troy was in heaven and hell at the same time. To be able to run his hands over those incredibly cut delts and lower back. Maybe even letting his hand kind of casually, "accidentally" wander over that rock-hard ass - fuck, he had to get a little taste of that! But how to control himself, so Brock didn't whip around, scream "Jesus, what're you, some kinda fag or somethin'?!" and bitch-slap his boy-lusting ass? He squirted a dollop of some imported, lavender-scented body-wash on his hands and, trembling, touched his idol.
Oh shit! He silently moaned in blissful pleasure, as his hands glided lightly, worshipfully, over the back of the most beautiful boy he'd ever seen. It felt even better than he'd imagined, the smooth, solid, sensuous hardness. His mind melted into a warm pool of ecstasy. He could hardly wait for the chance to do this with someone who thought it was as sexy as he did, so the stroking and washing would lead to a hot, mind-bending session of glorious boy-sex. His hands played over every mound and crevice and ripple. Fuck, he thought, does this feel good. It wasn't like rubbing his hands over a girl's flesh, soft and pliant; this was like hard stone, but with a thrillingly powerful life pulsing in it. He could feel the strength contained in these muscles, it was the most amazingly erotic thing Troy had ever felt - true masculine power and passion. He knew he wanted to do shit like this from now on. Even though there was fear and doubt ahead, right there and then, Brock's wet sensuous beauty alive under his touch, he embraced his gayness with an intoxicating joy. This wasn't even sex, he laughed to himself, but it felt hotter to him than anything he'd ever done with a chick. He wanted so badly to press his own hard, wet body passionately against Brock's, let the older boy feel his stiff, hard, lust-filled boy-cock, and kiss his lips all over this living statue. It would be so great when he found a dude to do that with.
Over and over he glided, while his dick was throbbing in ecstasy. He ran his hands down Brock's chiseled obliques, which - surprisingly, he thought - drew a nice purring moan from the stud. He even let his fingers "clumsily" reach in and get a feel of those hard, sexy nipples dotting the marble mounds of his breath-taking pecs. He wished he could just let his fingers play over them forever, tweaking and twisting to express his deep lust for this jock-ideal. He rubbed Brock's neck and shoulders, trying to contain his sexy longing, getting so close to the object of his passion that his jutting-hard dick brushed Brock's ass a couple times.
"Mmmm," the jock-god growled, "feels like someone's gettin' frisky back there." Brock felt evil; he knew he should turn around, plant a hard, passionate kiss on Troy's lips and get to the sex they were both aching for, but this foreplay was too delicious, it would make the consummation that much sweeter.
"Sorry," Troy mumbled nervously.
"Don't be," Brock teased, reaching back to give Troy's dick a playful squeeze, "a hard boy is a happy boy, right?"
Troy letting a kind of half-laugh, half-gasp escape from his throat, thrilled by that obviously innocent guy-play of a grab. He knew he should stop now. Brock was probably starting to wonder what was up with all this. Just one more thing: a few broad strokes up and down his back, getting lower and lower each time so his fingers could have a few seconds of bliss skating over those sculpted globes. Oh shit, was that ass hard. Aw fuck, to grab it, lick it, kiss it, rub his face all over it, dig his tongue between those jock-hard cheeks. He ripped his hands away before his cock exploded cum all over Brock.
"Okay, dude," he said, heart racing, "you're clean."
"Whaddya mean, bro?" Brock turned his head and the twinkle in his eye seemed to pierce Troy's heart. "No offense, stud, but you forgot the crack. That's the most important part. Get up in that hole, dude. Get it all spic and span cause I'm plannin on gettin' a tongue or two up there later, you know? So I gotta be all nice and tasty up there, right?"
"Whuh?" Troy said, his voice trembling and cracking. "Oh, sure, yeah. I guess. Sorry, I just thought, uh --" Damn, he thought, he sure is learning some weird shit about straight college jocks. They wash each other's ass-cracks? Fuck, these guys are total sexual animals, no doubt. They're so het, even washing each other's chutes is no big deal.
He thought about Brock laying back in ecstasy, some cute girl's tongue working itself delicately, sensually, up his hole. Shit, no surprise a fine-ass stud like Brock loves a rim-job, too. And it figures a totally cool hottie like this would know just how to work it so girls would do it for him. Fuck, he probably had 'em begging to lap that sexy ass of his. He could just see it, some hot young babe licking all up in Brock's chute, fingerin' herself, gettin' Brock's cock all hard the way only ass-play can stiffen a dude, dreamin' about that sweet dick in her pussy. It ain't fair, he thought. Fuck, he'd like to tongue that ass right now. Shit, he'd clean it all right.
Resigned, and with an even more biting taste of sexual frustration, he squirted a bit more soap, then, dick even harder now, he guided his hands toward that ass he wanted to rub, stroke, fondle, caress, lick, tongue, suck, kiss, inhale, adore. He lightly parted Brock's hard glutes until that smooth, beautiful, luscious crack was totally exposed. There , in the center, was a perfect, gorgeous rosebud. Troy felt faint. It was more erotic than any young pussy he'd ever seen. It held a promise of tight, explosive, cream-spurting pleasure. With a shaking finger, he lightly daubed around the spot, a spot he knew was one of the most highly-charged pleasure-zones on the male body. Fuck, he wondered, how do Brock and his friends clean each other's holes without appearing to love doing it? Or without getting each other to shoot off and look queer? He decided to use quick, professional jabs and circles, like you were brushing some dirt or something off a dude's face and you didn't want to appear anything less than manly. He poked shyly with his middle finger, punctured the ring maybe a quarter-inch, as much as he dared (but enough to make his own dick throb and jerk in animal excitement). He swabbed around nervously a little, then rinsed.
Brock chuckled to himself. He could feel the tension and confusion and sheer lust in Troy that must be ripping the teen apart. He knew Troy wanted nothing more than to lap at his ass, worship it, do anything the college jock commanded. Brock realized his earlier thoughts about Troy - that he was ignorant of his deepest desires - had been off the mark. Troy knew just how badly he desired boys; he was as closeted as Ash, even deeper. But this afternoon - and especially this shower, probably the first time he was ever so intimate with another boy - had stripped away all pretenses of straightness. It was time to show the boy just why his male passion was consuming him so strongly.
"Thanks, stud," Brock grinned devilishly, "now turn around so's I can do you."
"Sure," Troy said, turning slowly to face the wall, saddened that he wouldn't be able to feast on the wet, rippling, muscular glory of Troy's torso. He put his hands against the smooth, wet stone of the shower wall to brace himself for the washing.
Brock ogled the lean, wet, cut perfection of the teen hardbody in front of him. This is gonna be so fuckin' fine, he thought, as he got to work. Squirting a bunch of body wash on his hands, his sudsy fingers played up and down the boy's taut frame, making brazen, sensuous love to each tight little curve and ripple. He ran his fingers up Troy's shoulder blades, reaching around to play firmly, wantonly, with the boy's tits. He had no compunction about letting his hard, hungry stiffness poke and press against Troy's cute ass.
Troy was overcome with a rush of pleasure at Brock's knowing touch. His confusion reached a peak; it was almost as if Brock was TRYING to be sensual, seductive. The feeling of that stiff, throbbing dick against his ass was especially incredible; it was almost as if Brock were announcing his lusty intentions. But that made no sense. Helpless, though, under the onslaught of pleasure, he let out a deep, low, animal grunt of pleasure.
"Yeah, feels good havin' a shower buddy take care o' ya, don't it? Just sit back 'n' enjoy it, dude. I know just how to get a buddy clean."
"MMMMMmmmmm, fuck, man, that - that feels really good, dude," he moaned, his young gay-virgin cock jumping and pulsing in eager, twitchy delight as Brock, one hand rubbing and tweaking his tits, let the other play up and down over his lower abs. "Aw damn, man, you should become a masseur or something," he said, talking to keep himself from cumming. "Fuck, Brock, you got an amazing touch."
"Yeah, it's easy when you know what feels good yerself. Us guys on the team, boy, we fucking love showerin' together. Kinda cool, isn't it, when boys can be boys."
Troy couldn't even hear Brock now, his heart was beating so hard and fast in his inner ear. This was the hottest fucking sex-scene he'd ever experienced, and it wasn't even sex! Nothing he'd ever done with a girl, including fucking, could compete with the sheer, sensual eroticism of this moment. He could feel the cum churning and rising in his young balls. This was the kind of dream-sex that was encoded in his genes.
Brock pressed in close, his dick now wedged up flat and hard in that sweet virgin crack he was gonna bust in a minute or so; his wet, chiseled torso pressed firmly against Troy's lean, lightly muscled back. He brought the soapy fingers of both hands boldly down to Troy's cock; one hand stroked the teen's steely hardness, while the other played with his ballsac. Leaning in close, he whispered in his low, gravelly voice.
"Lemme take care o' this for ya, dude. Thought you was gonna do mine, help a buddy out. But maybe you wuz kinda shy."
There were tears of utter pleasure streaming down Troy's face, lost amid the shower spray. He arched his head back, hoping Brock would kiss him. He had no idea where this was coming from, but he was going with it gratefully. He pressed his ass back hard against Brock's exciting stiffness, to let the stud know he was way cool with this. Maybe Brock was gay-curious, too?
Brock's hand played Troy's cock and balls with a kind of delicate efficiency. He ran a finger around the head, under the foreskin, while he tickled the boy's low-hangers. Then he stroked sensuously up and down Troy's long, thick shaft with one hand, while the fingers of his other reached down into his crack.
"We did agree to a stroke session in here, right bub? Buddies gotta take care o' each other's needs. You can just feel how hard and hot my own cock is, after spendin' the day seein' all that hard, sweet, naked muscle on display. Gets a dude worked up, don't it? Mmmmm, stud, I can feel those balls o' yours tightenin' up. You 'bout ready to shoot, bro? Mmmm, that'll be nice, huh? Shoot your hot, thick boy-load while I work this sweet young dick o' yours and play with this big set o' man-balls?"
"AW FUCK, DUDE!" Troy managed to cry out, his voice sounding like it was emerging from a depth of a thousand feet. His head was rolling back and forth in a lust-haze. He had now idea how he was managing to hold himself up. He couldn't be sure he wasn't dreaming.
Brock had instinctually begun pumping his hips hard against Troy's ass in quick, firm bursts. He began little kisses and nibbles against Troy's neck and back, loving the almost soundless screams and sighs that streamed from the boy. His strong, powerful hand jacked the teen's cock rapidly, swirling longingly around the cockhead on every third or fourth stroke, while his middle finger had reached down into Troy's virgin hole and was tickling, poking, prodding, forecasting the pleasure ahead. He felt Troy's young ass muscles welcome that finger deliriously, desperately.
Troy screamed suddenly, as Brock felt wave after wave of hot goo coat his hand. Fuck, what a load, he laughed to himself. I ain't shot one this heavy in years. Fuck, this stud was way overdue.
Troy's body jerked and twitched in orgasmic fury. It was the first truly intense sex of his life. It was the first REAL sex of his life. His breath came in loud, harsh grunts of pure boy-bliss. Finally, his body grew still enough to say something.
"Aw fuck, man," was all he could say. His brain was still trying to process what happened. All he could come up with was that straight college-jocks thought nothing of jerking each other in the shower. What a glorious, beautiful, wonderful tradition, Troy gasped happily to himself. Too bad they didn't enjoy fucking each other in the shower, too.
He was just about to tell Brock that of course he'd be glad to help a shower buddy out and stroke the college jock off, when he felt the sex-stud's hands parting his still-hungry ass cheek's and poking his thumbs in his hole. OH YES!!! he said to himself.
"AW DUDE, YEAH!" he cried, almost in disbelief.
"Bet ya thought I forgot about this, huh? No way, stud. Like I say, you gotta get your buddy totally clean. I hate to complain, but ya didn't do such a good job on my jock-hole, son, so sit back and lemme show ya how to really wash a dude's butt, bro. Somethin' tells me yer gonna be doin' a lot o' this from here on out, so you wanna know how to make a dude feel really fine."
He prodded the boy's virgin hole teasingly but insistently with his soapy thumbs, then rubbed Troy's hard little ass all over, in sheer, steamy, sensual delight. Troy began moaning immediately.
"Yeah, feels real good to have a buddy playin' 'round back there, don't it?" Brock said, in a low hypnotic voice. "Guys know what guys like. No shame in it. Just makin' a dude feel good. Nothin' wrong with that, is there? Dudes gettin' off with each other. Boys just bein' boys."
Brock kept up that low, steady patter, as if he were gentling a stallion, all the while working that hole he was just about exploding to get into, stretching it open, pressing, kneading Troy's ass hard and firm, just about pulling it apart, getting it ready for his thick, aching cock.
A series of deep guttural cries were ripped out of Troy, emanating from a part of his body he never knew existed - the center of his sexual pleasure as a boy, a spot that had never been touched before. Brock was taking him to the scene of true erotic ecstasy; his body trembled with thrill and expectation. Just when he thought his sexual pleasure couldn't get any more intense, Brock led him to a new peak.
The shower spray pounded down on them, a steady insistent thrum, perfectly accompanying the beat of desire throbbing through every cell in both boys' bodies. When the soap was fully drained off, Brock moved in close. He kissed Troy's naturally smooth pleasure-hole in his gruff, tender way, then started licking and sucking with growing passion. Soon, Troy founding himself falling over another, more deliriously precipitate edge. He had no idea what the fuck was going on, but he had finally met someone who understood his deepest, most serious need. His young dick throbbed harder and bigger than ever before; it felt outrageously huge down there - as if it felt like a truly excited boy-cock for the first time ever.
"Aw fuck, bro," he could barely pant the words out, "you're eatin my hole . . . like I bet you eat a girl's pussy . . ."
"'Girls'?" Brock lifted his mouth off his prize and purred hoarsely, his normal growl of a voice coated thickly with lust. He decided to turn over all his cards. "Shit, dawg, I ain't been with a girl since first-year high school. It's been all boys with me for seven years. I'm eatin' yer ass like I eat every jock-stud's ass - with fucking relish! Gettin' you ready so I can plow that sweet virgin hole o' yours. Fuck, dawg, I been wantin' to pump a couple o' loads in that cute little ass o' yours ever since I saw you in the park."
Troy felt a rush of ecstasy that again brought tears to his eyes. He was speechless with awe and wonder. How incredibly amazing life turned out! His delight forced a small whisper of almost religious joy out of him.
"Aw, dude, this is so fuckin' awesome, man," and then he gave himself over to the ecstasy of pure erotic abandonment.
Brock stood up, slapped that sweet ass lovingly, possessively, and brought the head of his wet, precum-coated cock up to Troy's hole. This was it. Finally. He eased his achingly hard manhood in. The squish of tight flesh brought a warm rush of excited pleasure to both boys. Troy could only coo in wordless delight and spellbound delirium, but Brock, one hand guiding his anxious cock in, the other playing sexily over Troy's wet abs and jutting cock, whispered low in his ear, "Nice, huh? This is sex, dawg. This is what bein' a boy's all about. I knew you been achin' for this, bro. You been wantin' it fer years, I bet - some stud's nice hard thick cock feedin' that fiery hunger in your ass."
He was working his hard, moist cock in and out slowly, tenderly, not wanting to do anything to hurt his newly-gay acolyte, long-dicking this no-longer-virginal teen with one pleasurable stroke after another. Soon, his wet hardness was sliding smoothly in and out of Troy's eager, bucking ass. Brock loved the boyishly innocent enthusiasm of this joyous young teen, so hungry for cock that he clamped his ass hard whenever it seemed Brock was gonna pull out. He let his hips do the thrusting now as he leaned in close and ran one hand over his new fuck-buddy's hard little nipples while the other kept stroking the boy's dick, in a sensuous rhyme to his own thrusting cock. He kissed and nibbled the boy's ear and neck.
"Better 'n ya dreamed, i'n't?"
"Oh Brock," the teen half-cried, "aw fuck, dude, don't stop, don't stop. Keep fucking me, man! Aw fuck! Oh Brock, I - OH FUCK!"
Troy's ass became possessed, it bounced and rammed and twitched and twisted and arched, riding the long luscious stud-cock that was bringing him such miraculous joy.
"OH FUCK! Fuck me fuck me fuck me! You are so fucking incredible, dude! So fucking beautiful! Shit, I never dreamed. Aw damn, dick is so fucking fine! Yes! Yes! Aw fuck, Brock, fuck me! Make me a man, dude! Shoot yer hot jock seed in me!"
"That's the plan, dawg," Brock laughed lustily, as he grabbed onto Troy's slender hips and pounded that lusciously tight little ass over and over and over. He hadn't had an ass this tight, this responsive, this hungry, in quite some time. He rammed hard and insistent, wanting the first-timer to know what a real jock-cock felt like fucking him. "Gonna show you what a college stud does to a sweet ass like yours, bro! Fuck, son, I'll fuck this sweet little hole any fucking time you want."
Brock was fevered in his passion now, ramming and fucking that little hardbody ass. The two of them were a watery blur. Brock's sweat from this stud-workout dissolved in the steamy shower spray. He was getting close, he knew, but he kept ramming that young ass. The lapping of his heavy ballsac began thwacking loudly, their slapping against wet young teen-flesh echoing against the stone walls.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Troy panted with each glorious thrust of Brock's hard thick cock, feeling his own dick ready to shoot again any second. "I . . . want you to fuck me . . . every day . . . all day. It's so . . . fucking -- AW FUCK!!"
And another load began spurting with wild frenzy from his own now-gay stud-cock. Brock was on it in a second, catching what he could in his hand. Then, the unbridled power of Troy's orgasm, felt by Brock's in the ass-clenching pressure on his own fevered cock, sent him over the edge. He brought his cum-covered hand up to the boy's hungry mouth, and while Troy's lapping tongue gratefully gobbled down his own seed, Brock hugged the boy close and pressed deep into that ass, filling it with the hot load of jock-cum that had been building in his balls all afternoon. As he came, he rammed Troy's ass again and again, to coax every last drop out of his deeply satisfied balls. When his last spurt churned out, he hugged the boy's pecs and kissed his shoulders in tender, grateful thanks.
"Fuck was that ever fucking hot, Troy!"
Troy, eyes closed, thought Brock was talking to him, but the voice came from a couple yards away and sounded just like Ash's.
"Damn, Brock, that was some mighty impressive love-makin,' but if you boys are through, why not retire with us to the boudoir, and let Ash and I show you how it's really done!"
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